What language can be better than of translation?
It alone is the white screen on which,
like grime,
the doings of us all become starkly visible.
All crimes get committed in mother tongues,
in which all the time innocence happens to be under discussion.
There are times when in translation alone anything survives.
In our own tongue, tyranny’s voice puts sensibility to death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem